Waiting For the World To End
If you look backwards in time you might see us
It was August… too many summers ago to recall
Sometime after midnight, ….my brother and I
Slipping through the valley of sleep
Crawling out the window, to the roof of the old sun-porch
Drinking excitement in late summer's breeze
Sprawled on a bed of shingles and leaves
Anticipation growing with each falling star
Holding our breaths, as the sky fell apart…
… while waiting to see if the world would end
Another year drifted by, other summers would fly
Childhood changed shapes, many ways like the wind
We forgot of the thrill of that lone summer night
Chill of winter set in,… with the worst kind of news,
...our mother was ill
Through the sill of the window, we heard bitter cold wind
We sat her bed, while a new storm was brewing
…….She was slipping…..slipping into the valley of sleep
Together we'd been, now together again,…. sometime after midnight
…waiting, we were, for our world to end
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1/26/16
For Contest: "Waiting"
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
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